Jul. 29th, 2005 @ 02:08 pm
Galahad glances over at the chair and the woman and the ties that bind her there and he can't help but give a little bit of a smirk. "Thank you, Tristan," he murmurs profusely, slipping a few coins into his hand. "Honestly, we won't hurt her, but it's simply best that we get to interrogate her." His eyes flit to Gawain before looking at Sarah and then back at Tristan.
"Don't hurt her," he warns. "I don't want to have to explain to Arthur."
"We won't," Galahad promises and begins to walk Tristan out.
"For what it's worth?" Tristan stops in the doorway and glances back at Sarah, perusing her body in a onceover and scoffing. "I don't think she's pregnant."
"Thank you for that, Tristan," says Gawain dryly before Tristan leaves. He glances at Galahad.
"Well, I suppose we had best get to the bottom of this." He smiles pleasantly at Sarah. "Don't you think?"
Galahad lets out a pleased agreement and makes his way to the chair's side, sitting down and appearing casual. "Sarah," he greets. "Now, honestly, I wonder what in hell was going through your mind to try something like this. What purpose, what gain?"
He looks to Gawain. "After all, even if you pregnant, there are countless stories of knights before who have abandoned their pregnant women."
Gawain looks entirely solemn and he nods gravely. "It is true. There was that thing with Kay. And Bors, before he met Vanora. And we all have our doubts about Lancelot and that brown-haired girl.
"So you see, Sarah, just because we are knights does not mean that we are perfect and reliable." Gawain's voice remains calm and pleasant. "And it does not mean that we are especially nice when we have been wronged or hoodwinked."
Galahad leans forward, angrier now. "So why try and trick us into thinking you have my baby in your body when I have never in my life slept with you?" he growls evenly.
Sarah just stares at him defiantly, then up at Gawain with scorn. "I had my reasons. And one of you has
slept with a girl, maybe I'm just doing this for her."
Gawain stops dead. "One of us...? When?" he demands. "And who?"
He steps a little closer to Sarah, resting his hand on Galahad's shoulder. "You would do well to tell us, my dear, unless you want to stay here for quite a while."
Galahad just smirks vindictively at her when he feels Gawain's hand on his shoulder. Sarah just stares. "How can you do this?" she demands. "How can you act like he's your little puppy whore while the woman who loves you and slept with you is heartbroken!"
And Galahad realizes she's not talking to him.
"Lynette, Gawain, she adores you. She wants to marry you, and look how you treat her, even after confessing your love!"
Gawain just stares; it's all he can do for a full minute. "Confessing my love
?" he asks. "I did no such thing! I have never - I would never - lead a girl on like that!"
Frankly, Gawain is quite shocked about this all. He rubs his face and stares at Sarah, shaking his head all the while.
Sarah just glares up at Gawain. "She told me all about the night you two shared and how when you climaxed, you whispered 'I love you' to her." She tips her chin upwards stubbornly. "She even thought that you wanted to begin a life together!"
"That is a lie
!" cries Gawain. "When does she say this happened?"
"You protest too much, Gawain," she mumbles. Sarah just arches one eyebrow up at Gawain. "The night that you slept with her and you let your property watch it." She smirks and stares him down. "Lynnette was very clear about that."
Gawain looks at Galahad, utterly confused. "I... What on earth is she talking about?" he asks. "You were there, Galahad." He grips Galahad's shoulder tightly. "When did I ever tell that... harridan
.. that I loved her?"
It dawns on him slowly. "You never did," he whispers back, wincing when Gawain's grip grows viciously tight. "You whispered it to me," he says. "You whispered it to me and she seems to think that it was her that you were speaking to." He feels a little sick to his stomach. "She's mistaken," he growls at Sarah. "She'll never have Gawain."
"Oh?" Sarah snorts. "Never? What, you intend on trapping Gawain like this forever?"
"Trapping?" Gawain laughs harshly. "How is Galahad trapping
me, might I ask?" He looks at Galahad briefly, anxiety clearly written on his face. "It is not a trap when we have both chosen each other; doesn't she - doesn't anyone
- understand that?"
"Two men do not share what you could have with Lynnette!" Sarah insists emotionally. "She can give you a family and a proper life with no one looking down their noses at you, no one turning their chin up derisively!"
Galahad lunges forward and slams his hands down on the chair. "Shut up," he growls.
"No," Sarah smirks cruelly. "Because you can't give him what he'll want," she taunts. "Down the line, when all men reach the point where fatherhood calls, you'll be gone, little one."
Gawain steps forward and pulls Galahad back from the chair. He leans down and speaks to Sarah in low, hissing tones.
"I love Galahad
," he says. "Do you truly believe that I would have said so publicly, that I would have endured the snide comments of others, only to discard him."
Gawain stands up straight. "Oh no
," he says firmly. "Given the choice between the deceptive whores
on this island and a Knight, from my own country, alongside whom I fight, alongside whom I might die
, can you really fault my decision?"
"One day, you'll see," Sarah insists, turning her gaze away. "And one day you'll recall that you had a woman that loved you and that you gave her up. What for?" She shrugs and turns back to Gawain. "Go on, stay with your Knight. I'm sure that will make you happy in the end," she laughs derisively.
Galahad just stares numbly at the walls, pacing as he does, arms crossed and wrapped around his torso. "Let her go," he mutters. "She's no help."
Gawain grimaces and loosens Sarah's bonds. "Get out!" he barks. "And tell your friend
that she was sorely mistaken."
As soon as Sarah is gone, Gawain strides over to Galahad and places his hands on Galahad's upper arms, looking desperately into his eyes. "I hope you did not listen to her, Galahad? Love?"
Galahad snaps back to attention and turns to look at Gawain, giving a shaky laugh as he runs one hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, she just unsettled me," he apologizes with as much of a smile he can muster.
He presses his forehead to Gawain's. "I only listen to you," he assured.
"Good," says Gawain gently. "Listen now.
"I love you, Galahad."
Galahad closes his eyes and lets those words wash over him and he gives a pleased grin as they settle him and they do more than mere words should.
"I love you as well," he assures, leaning in for a kiss. "Despite all our troubles and the rocky past, I love you."
Gawain can't help smiling and he grants Galahad a soft kiss. He slides his hands down to Galahad's waist and holds him closer. "How could I not choose you?" he murmurs. "You're the only person who could put up with me."
Galahad laughs. "Well, I think that's a terrible lie, but I suppose I'll indulge you." He pushes in and keeps his eyes closed, letting his other senses do the work for him, breathing in Gawain and hearing him.
"When we were broken up," he explains. "I thought that was it. I thought we were out of chances."
"So did I. I told myself that I didn't care." Gawain rests his head against Galahad's. "I was wrong, of course. I am so glad, so
glad that we didn't run out of chances."
Galahad nods slowly, wrapping his arms around Gawain's waist and clinging to him, clinging to life. Galahad just chuckles. "And no Lynnette," he says derisively. "Will change that."
"Certainly not," murmurs Gawain. "You are all that is important to me."
Galahad gives an affirmed nod, glad that they've worked this out. "Want to go play hostage of a different kind?" he suggests in a mischievous whisper.
Gawain laughs and runs his hands down over Galahad's arse before stepping back. "After you," he says with a grin.
Galahad just beams, smirking a little. "You get the ropes!" he reports with a laugh, hurrying off.